I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5683 | 2018-04-06 18:33:32 | 127.09 | 99% |
| 4137 | 2017-02-27 18:49:57 | 130.48 | 99% |
| 3794 | 2016-11-10 13:37:53 | 117.57 | 97% |
| 3736 | 2016-11-03 10:00:19 | 120.71 | 97% |
| 1741 | 2013-09-12 03:17:39 | 113.97 | 98% |
| 1646 | 2013-09-05 19:20:34 | 103.57 | 95% |
| 1075 | 2013-07-27 17:48:06 | 101.29 | 94% |